V had begged for a broom this past summer.

Flying was her FAVORITE class, and she disliked the school provided brooms sooOOooooo much. Yet, her parents had said no. This year, if she managed to do better in school, she would get one next summer. However, she was planning on revisiting the discussion at Christmas, and therefore she had been keeping up SLIGHTLY better in all the academic classes. She was doing MOST of her homework and even reading half of all the readings! Which was LOADS better than last term!

So it was with her usual huffy self that she arrived with a school broom at the lesson. She was always huffy about the school brooms.

"Good evening, Professor Kazmi," she said with a nod of her head at a professor that she very much respected.